Chinese name: Confessions
Album: Confessions
Singer: Forever Constant Band
Lyrics: House of Death
Composer: chainsaw. Ghosts sing dissolutely
black rosemary blooms, vines wind and grow
The soul looks around, and the blood-colored moonlight smells the fragrance of blood. I find the hall of repose
The bloodsucking queen with long hair pushes open the dusty window
The dead branches shine on her face, as pure as a girl
Her sad voice sings with the dead
Dear one, are you? Have you been sad
smelling the fragrance of blood? I found a statue lying across the hall of requiem
and the broken arm was hidden aside
It was the fantasy of the goddess, indicating the direction with the middle finger
The red floret opened beside her, and it was an abyss in front of heaven
Like a stream flowing with blood
. Ask if it's sad
all the time
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find the hall of requiem
The sun and the moon are shining and ebbing, but I can only see the moon
She has an intoxicating smell, rich blood red and silvery white fragrance
The queen sings in a low voice, and the flowers with broken necks lie at her feet
They like cold places and hide beside the dead trees in the abyss < Listen to the hidden sound of blood in the underground
They like strange singing just like the singing of the dead.
Are they singing revengeful thoughts or lonely despair
Do you remember what I look like?
When I looked down at my funeral, why didn't I meet your eyes
Smell the fragrance of blood, and I found the hall of repose
The flowers there were the same. How can it be so cool?
The decaying grassland gives off a delicate fragrance.
Beautiful elves wander around the palace in secret.
They are also thinking about who is carrying the sadness of memories.
The vines are luxuriantly entangled, hiding the desire for revenge.
Wait for the day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood.
Are you the favorite person like me? I found the hall of repose
Life grows wantonly, and I look forward to endless sadness
Flowers bow their heads to sing, and singing never dies.
Memories of places where there are manzhushahua must be blooming
The back of distant teenagers is embedded in tearful eyes
Love without blessing will not perish
Some people choose cowardice, while others decide whether the strong blue and melancholy river can wash away the past
. Can someone stick to
weak excuses and casual perfunctory, killing a beautiful flower
that beauty withered in waiting, turned into injury, turned into hate and turned into bloody desire
I want to find him, regardless of whether he changed his appearance
I will remember his eyes, once so clear
I will remember his oath, once so loud
I will remember his betrayal. The one who once let me go in such a hurry
He has left with my gentle and cold palm
He will be very happy, because without my stop
I am back where I belong
Because of love, I gave up walking alone in the dark again
The poor queen is like her flowers.
Finally, I chose to drink that share alone.